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Wonderful things happened when I started allowing myself to indulge in decadent presence – shifts that were stuck in the cognitive realm finally became embodied, curiosity began to soothe my fears, I developed respect for my thoughts and rhythms, and I felt security in my heart independent from external circumstances.

I had misunderstood the goal of years of talk therapy – it wasn’t to erase all the bad parts, and never feel discomfort again, but to hold space for the incredible diversity and vastness of our existence. Art helped me admit that I have power. I released my tight grip on the cerebral and descended frighteningly into my body.